And the money kept rolling out in all directions
To the poor, to the weak, to the destitute of all complexions
Now cynics claim a little of the cash has gone astray
But that’s not the point my friends
When the money keeps rolling out you don’t keep books
You can tell you’ve done well by the happy grateful looks
Accountants only slow things down, figures get in the way
Never been a lady loved as much as Eva Clinton
Rollin’ on out, rollin’ on out
Rollin’ on out, rollin’ on out
On out
Any tune that I can sing these lyrics to?